Dorian Gray Page #2

You'll be the talk of the town.

Both of you.

Speak up, boy. You'll hurt his feelings.

Is that really how I look?

Its just so...

.. life-like.

Better than life.

He'll always look like that.

You, Mr. Gray, Im afraid will not.

In time, Mother Nature will come

a very poor second to Father Basil.

- Some things are precious for not lasting.

- Poppycock.

We wither and scar

because the gods are cruel and hateful.

Perhaps I should nail my soul

to the Devil's altar.

And remain as you are? Fair trade.

How about another gin instead?

All that hocus-pocus, endless conjurations,

books bound in infant skin,

pentacles of fire,

drinking the blood of virgins.

Dorian wouldn't really barter his soul.

Would you, Dorian?

Would you?

Yes.

Oh, you really have captured

something quite exquisite, Basil.

Ive never known a subject so unaffected.

The brush just seemed to dance

and I just painted what I saw.

Kelso will turn in his grave.

He didn't care to look at me.

He blamed me for my mother,

for her death.

There are no limits

to the ugliness of old men.

Lips! And his eyes!

Almost a match for the original.

- You must get used to being looked at.

- Well, it's a fine painting.

- I don't mean the painting.

- Mr. Gray, if you please.

- That went rather well, didn't it?

- A triumph, Mr. Gray.

The first of many.

May I say, sir,

your mother would be very proud

to see you today.

Shall I draw your bath?

Its rather early.

Do we have any gin?

I believe not, sir.

Then perhaps you might

summon me a hansom?

- Go on, poke him!

- I am poking him!

Check his pockets!

Oi!

Yes?

- Wet your pizzle, sir?

- Hello, handsome.

Boy!

Have a box, my lord? Just a bob.

You've only missed a little.

This young lady...

Miss Sibyl Vane, my lord,

in the role of Ophelia.

.. see that noble

and most sovereign reason

like sweet bells jangled,

out of tune and harsh.

That unmatch'd form

and feature of blown youth

blasted with ecstasy.

Oh, woe is me.

May I present

the Theatre Royale's

Miss Sibyl Vane, my lord?

Im not really a lord.

I don't know why he keeps saying that.

We don't get many gentlemen

in this theatre.

Really?

Well, then, I shall recommend it...

.. to them.

May I ask what brings you

to my dressing room?

Well, I...

I just happened

to be passing the theatre and...

- Well, you see, I was in the gin shop...

- I know.

You remember?

Well, a friend took me there

for the first time.

Well, I say the first time.

Of course, I have...

Well, I wanted to... wanted to say hello,

but then you left with...

- With Jim.

- Yes.

Quite.

Jim.

My brother.

Brother?

- Mm.

- Well, that's splendid!

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